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Alone

Member since 2002 · Posted 27 Mar 2002 · 6 comments

it's when i'm alone at night, i smell the chlorine in my hair, sunscreen and pizza grease on my skin. the cage of my ribs is tight

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[5] nentwined 5-Apr-02/5:27 PM Reply

I like the cage/ribs imagery, but the rhythm there throws me off.

I also don't really get what you're trying to show me... you're alone... but... I don't feel it. I have a vague sense that you've been to the beach... maybe you saw other people that were alone there, maybe you saw other people that weren't... but I really don't feel anything. Tell us more?

[4] anonymous 10-May-02/1:44 PM Reply

Reminds me of summers at the beach

[7] deleted user 12-May-02/2:39 AM Reply

Not sure I get the meaning, but it's pretty good regardless.

[7] AmericanWigeon 7-Jul-02/12:00 PM Reply

Great last line, very evocative.

[2] deleted user 15-Jul-02/9:28 AM Reply

What's this about?

[8] deleted user 20-Aug-02/1:11 PM Reply

why is this on the worst list? it's not one of the worst. Roses are Read: read "Dorm Life." ring a bell?